Illimitable Until Death - Chapter 231

When Yang Zizi woke up, he was told that he was the real daughter of the richest man’s family?

The fake daughter is well-educated and proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is loved by all. People have pointed out that the real daughter is not as well-behaved and lovely as the fake daughter.

Her biological parents were also indifferent to her, and her two brothers even attacked her for pretending to be a daughter.

But suddenly one day, the two brothers were vying to pamper the real daughter. Big Brother: “Sister, do you like the helicopter that my brother gave you? If you like it, feel free to give it to your friends.”

Second brother: “Sister, you can do whatever you want among the top 100 companies in the world. If they go bankrupt, I will open a few more for you.”

The mysterious max-level boss: Bao, I will take you flying.

The way the fake daughter is favored by the group is getting more and more wild…

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[Are you crippled?][Did your fiancé break the engagement?][Did you lose your family to a demon attack? Are you the last surviving member of your clan, seeking revenge?][Does your family look at you with pity because you're the only one without any innate spiritual roots?][Are you tired of being told that you're a 'waste of resources'?][Are you stuck with no way to progress? Are you tired of being weak and helpless?][Well, have no fear! This Supreme Master is here to help you!]

A litrpg kingdom builder set in a cultivation world.After meeting Truck-kun, Benton, a grandfather and an overall nice man, is transmigrated into the body of Chao Su in a brutal, might-makes-right cultivation world.Things could be worse. He is given choices that come with neat advantages, and his career in middle management gives him ample experience leading people. Those skills should translate to running a sect.Unfortunately, things aren't that simple. Benton quickly realizes that his plan to let his recruits fight for him won't work. He'll need to get up to speed on life in a cultivation world fast because danger is on the way. A beast tide threatens his new territory. Rival sects don't like the balance of power being upset. Worse, the demonic cultivators that destroyed Chao Su's prior sect are still out there.What to Expect:- This is not a cultivation story. The MC cannot cultivate and advances through cultivation realms by earning points from the System.- No artificial emphasis.- The MC makes decisions based on empathy and emotions, treating his sect members like he's their doting grandfather. He's not a typical Xianxia protagonist.- No sexual content or a harem.- M-W-F-Sa-Su with occasional bonus chapters- Average Chapter Length = Approximately 2,000 Words- MC goes from weak to strong to OP.- Though the story is not a comedy, the tone is mostly light, and it contains humorous elements.- There is some romance between side characters. There are no current plans for the MC to have a love interest. Just to be clear (and I'm only mentioning this because it's the internet and ... people), there is absolutely no possibility that the sixty-year-old isekai'd protagonist will develop a romantic relationship with any of his teenage disciples. He views them as his grandkids.- Minor swearing occasionally.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.